Actually, it is the tire that is screwed, and me that is tired.
Sitting in a Les Schwab, waiting for the tire to be repaired. At least I noticed the low tire before I was on the freeway, and left before the stores were all closed.
Update: Tire is more than just laden with a screw. The location is such that the tire can not be repaired. And apparently there is some sort of lock on the lug nuts that the fine Les Schwab establishment does not have. The guy is acting like I have some sort of a key. I would think I would remember something like that.
So fill the tire with air, and head the last 20 miles toward home.
Before leaving: Let Carl know my new time frame and destination, Call the Toyota dealer (home of the tires on the car, including the screwed one), Call my carpooler for ride tomorrow, get gas.
Made it home. Made it to the dealership to drop off the car. Made it home again.
October 20, 2011 at 5:33 pm |
I hate flat tires. I had several last year and it was always stressful. (time consuming too!)
October 21, 2011 at 4:56 am |
Happy Birthday! Guess you’re getting a new tire for your birthday.
“Aw, you shouldn’t have.” Glad you made it home safely.
–Pooh